The Leftovers

by Tom Perrotta

There also weren’t any bad guys to hate, which made everything that much harder to get into focus.

What he was going to miss was her smile in the morning, and the hopeful feeling she gave him, the conviction that fun was still possible, that you

were more than the sum of what had been taken from you. It was hard to think about giving that up, especially when there was nothing waiting to replace it.